Nuomi pressed down the little worry in her heart, and didn't even mention it to the pillar, just afraid that her own doubts would affect others.

Especially after seeing their skillful preparation, I feel even more foolproof.

But this night is probably destined to be uncalm.

Nuomi shrank quietly beside the pillar, just like when she had been training in the past, falling asleep next to the pillar, completely using the pillar as a pillow. The pillar was also happy to let her lean on like this, and didn't say much.

The pillar also seemed to have fallen asleep. But if someone slowly approached the two of them, they would find that the pillar was not asleep at all. He was just resting with his eyes closed, and when he heard a noise around him, he would immediately open his eyes, look very vigilantly in the direction from which the sound came from, and look there with a very cold gaze. It wasn't until he realized that the sound of leaning over was not from some danger, and he slowly closed his eyes again.

Glutinous rice shrunk and lay on his lap, compared with him, it looked extremely delicate, and people couldn't help but want to pity it. The pillar was even more carefully covered with his hand on Nuomi's shoulder, as if to block all the cold night dew for her.

He didn't have any more clothes and quilts to cover Nuomi, so he could only warm the other party in such a clumsy way. His palms were still quite warm, and they were more than enough to block the cold wind outside.

The first half of the night passed in a hurry, and nothing strange happened, which made all the monks breathe a sigh of relief. By the time Zong Wude and the three of them were woken up to take over, the sky was already a little gray.

At this time, it was a little before dawn, and there was still a small bend hanging in the sky The moon wheel had already fallen, and the sun that should have jumped out from below had not yet risen, so the little time before dawn became the darkest and the coldest.

When Zong Wude woke up in a daze, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Is it time?" There was a disciple of the Thousand Thousand Sect next to him who yawned and asked in a low voice.

"Well, I'm sitting down in front of your campfire. It's nothing, just don't let the fire go out. The monk who came to wake them up was also a disciple of the Thousand Thousand Sects, nodded and whispered.

Zong Wude habitually glanced up at the sky. But the sky was not glowing with white light as he was used to, but the black pressure was almost like it was about to fall on his head. He was a little stunned, and then he remembered that he didn't have to wake up to cultivate and do things, but also to wake up early to keep the last night.

It was only after remembering all this that he suddenly came back to his senses, remembered where he was, and smiled bitterly for a while.

He had forgotten that he had already left the peaceful and peaceful human world, and what he was staying in now did not know what strange place it was.

Zong Wude smiled bitterly again and rubbed his face vigorously, but he was already completely sober, cheered up, and quickly walked to the campfire. He had already slowed down his way, and as soon as he reached the vicinity, he saw two well-dressed monks sitting beside the campfire.

The two of them still had a little sleepiness on their faces that hadn't had time to fade, and they looked like they had just been woken up from their sleep, which made Zong Wude feel very kind when he looked at it.

Zong Wude was still thinking about how to talk to the two Thousand Thousand Sect disciples at this time, but before he could walk forward, he suddenly heard a loud noise not far away.

-- The reason why I say it is a sound is because it is a strange sound, and I can't say what kind of sound it is.

Call? Roar? Or is it a cracking explosion?

It's all like, but it's not like it.

Zong Wude only felt that the whole body was shaken by this sound, and it was dark in front of him, and when he woke up, he felt as if there was a voice coming straight to his head from outside, which made him feel a pain in the back of his head.

The two monks sitting on the edge of the bonfire were also stunned, their expressions followed by a trance, and after hearing the sound, they fell into a blur for even longer than Zong Wude. The strangeness in this is not something that Zong Wude can understand.

These monks were not shattered, and they were awakened by glutinous rice early, as if they were not affected by anything. But they still have a little bit of an impact because of this. This didn't come out on the spot, maybe after a few more days, the rift in their souls would slowly heal back.

But just before they could recover, they were suddenly shocked by the voice, and all of this was revealed at once.

Some of the monks who had fallen asleep hurriedly got up, but some of them were still stupid, just like the two monks by the campfire, looking quite sluggish.

But no one had the heart to pay attention to what their situation was at this time, and even the glutinous rice and the pillar were also looking in that direction at this time. And the pillar had even stood up, and almost swooped in the direction from which the voice came.

It wasn't until he saw the direction of the two people's eyes that Zong Wude suddenly woke up and realized where the sound came from. He had really thought that the sound was ringing directly in his head. At this time, when I came back to my senses, I had already begun to wonder if I was hallucinating from tinnitus, and where could I tell what direction.

Seeing the pillar's reaction at this moment, Zong Wude was finally able to stick to his own judgment, knowing that this was indeed something that was very threatening to them, and the pillar would be so vigilant.

But he didn't have much time to think about the details of the previous situation.

A long, sticky mass shot out of the darkness, sweeping across before anyone could see what it was.

At the beginning, Nuomi watched the monks and disciples who were preparing for the camp put a layer of formation enchantment around them, but now in the face of this unknown attack, the protective formation formed was like paper paste, and it was cut in an instant. Seeing that the attack fell, the formation was as if there was no zài at all, and it couldn't play a shielding role at all.

In a hurry, Nuomi only had time to make a most familiar mark on his hand, and hurriedly snatched out a spell.

The flexible but powerful attack was like a whip suddenly dropping, and it tore through the surrounding protective formation. Before everyone had time to react, they suddenly found that the whip-like shadow suddenly bent, and the momentum of its fall suddenly slowed down, as if it was blocked by something, and suddenly it became slow motion.

The "whip" shrank backwards and shook from side to side, as if it was about to pull something out of it. It shook quite loudly, mixed with the determination to tear the whole world apart.

It was only then that the monk standing under the shadow of the whip suddenly came back to his senses, and when he saw the threat about to fall from his head, he instantly felt a chill in his heart, and he could almost stumble away from under the whip.

At this time, they were so flustered that they didn't know what to do, so they looked around and found the direction where the glutinous rice was, and involuntarily ran towards this side. They hadn't even figured out what was going on, but they only felt that if they were in the right place, they would be safe for the time being.

The whip-like chaotic tentacles were still rolling and struggling, and what fell with its struggle were small raindrops, which contained a faint aura, which was actually the water droplets from the aura cloud summoned by Nuomi with a spell.

In such a hurry, the spell cast by Nuomi was the most familiar to her. She had never even thought of using this spell in battle before, but in a hurry, she could only desperately grab a little time to complete the spell technique.

Don't look at the whip tentacles trapped by the aura cloud now, as if there is a little gap, but in fact, Nuomi knows how dangerous it is. Her own hands were a little weak, and she almost felt like she couldn't cast another spell. But seeing that so many monks in front of her were almost crawling towards her, she could only continue to deal with the strange tentacles in front of her.

It was only at this time that Nuomi had time to sacrifice his flying sword.

Her flying sword has also been kept in the body for a long time, and it has long carried her own breath. At this time, she was commanded to fly in the air, as naturally as her outstretched arms.

Flying swords also have a background.

The Shenfu Yuan Iron Hundred Forged, mixed with the Heavenly Star Silver Sand and the Zimu Chain Wood growing at the bottom of the Nine Yin Spring, I don't know which famous master it came from-not a famous forger, but he can't control these materials.

In the netherworld, Nuomi saw the flying sword split a long and narrow hole in the ground. She threw a stone and went down, but she couldn't hear back for a long time. Even if she used her own divine sense to explore, it would take a long time to feel the end of the canyon.

And that was when the flying sword was not nourished by the aura and did not recognize the Lord.

Nuomi replaced the flying sword with five hundred catties of Linggu, and he didn't regret it at all.

This is the first time she has sacrificed this flying sword, but she didn't expect it to be such a critical situation.

The flying sword swept through the air, silently, but in the darkness it was like a bolt of lightning, faintly emitting a thunderous sound. Even the tentacles that were being trapped by the clouds seemed to be a little afraid of this flying sword, and twitched slightly.

Where did Nuomi dare to hesitate, the magic trick in his hand did not stop, and he single-mindedly commanded the flying sword to fall towards the tentacles.

Sword light, thunder.

The bonfire, which had been suppressed by the darkness in a small circle, also flickered, and the light skyrocketed, exploding in all directions.

The monks who were almost frightened finally saw through the light what the monster invading in mid-air looked like.

Seeing the enemy clearly in this way, everyone was stunned. Even Nuomi, who commanded the flying sword, couldn't help but be stunned, causing the flying sword to walk out of a strange trace in the air. Fortunately, she already had the ability to be one body and two souls, and it didn't affect the movement of the magic trick in her hand. (To be continued.)